Fu Hongxue also came.
When he was still here, he stepped on the setting sun, which seemed to bring darkness, and the dragging of his right foot was more like a reminder.
Gongsun Tu clenched his teeth. He wanted to shout in the same tone as before, but he found that the muscles of his cheeks were stiff due to tightness, and his mouthpiece was even dry, as if he had not drank a drop of water for three days and three nights. Can ooze blood.
"You don't need to stop this person."
Fortunately, Li Muchan's voice sounded at the right time, as if a stream of warmth was injected into Gongsun Tu's body in an instant.
But Fu Hongxue stopped at the door instead, raised his cold and pale face, like an ice sculpture from a distant mountain, and looked at the person sitting by the window.
The man was smiling at him, as if saying please come in.
Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife tightened. This was actually the person he saw last night.
"I, Li Muchan, have met Master Fu." Li Muchan said.
The expression on Fu Hongxue's face was invisible: "You have recognized the wrong person. I am not a hero."
Li Muchan suddenly lowered his eyes, looked at the lame leg, and then let out a long breath, as if sighing.
Anyone who knows this person's past will probably sigh like this and feel sorry for him, even if this person's sword skills are so superb that no one in the world can match them.
Fu Hongxue was indifferent to Li Muchan's eyes. He had long been accustomed to such eyes. Whether it was ridicule or pity, it seemed as if these had nothing to do with him.
But from a distance, they are surprisingly similar, with the same black robes and white skin, the same pale face, like the eternal icebergs on the snow-capped mountains.
But Fu Hongxue was cold, but Li Muchan was smiling. Although his smile was fake, the vitality emanating from his body was unmistakable.
Li Muchan said warmly: "Don't you just want to do the right thing when you come here?"
This man was wrapped in hatred for the first half of his life, wailed day and night, and suffered torture all the time. Now that he has reappeared, he seems to have broken free from the cage of hatred and let go of his desire for revenge.
But this black knife will only go faster because it is no longer bound.
Fu Hongxue was silent. After a long time, he said, "It might be wrong."
Li Muchan smiled: "Please come in!"
Gongsun Tu stepped aside and watched Fu Hongxue walk into the inn.
The goddess of bliss in the room could no longer laugh. She was startled by the intertwining light and dark in the inn, and the tangible and invisible murderous intent. She felt that the blood all over her body had solidified, and her hair was about to stand on end. My neck felt cold, and I wanted to shrink into the quilt.
Every one of these people who came in were famous and powerful masters, and a few of them were leaders in the world, almost among the top figures.
These people also came here for Shangguan Xian'er and "Peacock Ling".
The Demon Cult wants to advance eastward, the Green Dragon Society wants to dominate the Central Plains, and the Money Gang has reappeared. In the competition between the three parties, "Peacock Feather" may be the key to victory.
What's more, Shangguan Xian'er's identity is very unusual. Since she is the daughter of Shangguan Jinhong, it may be possible to obtain the "Peacock Feather".
Li Muchan still remembered that in the cave under Chang'an Lengxiang Garden, on the wall where many rare treasures were placed, he had seen the "Peacock Feather" position, even if it was empty, But the possibility of being taken away cannot be ruled out.
The peacock was not afraid of death, but his hands and feet became stiff for a while, and he asked hoarsely: "Can we leave now?"
"It's too late," Li Muchan poured a cup of still warm tea, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a chuckle, "Let me tell you, nothing good will happen if you meet Shangguan. The same goes for my sister, and the same goes for my sister."
His tone was calm, but his dark eyes were trembling crazily, as if they had turned into two leaping cold fires, rising and blazing.
Now, if anyone can walk out of that door alive and leave here alive, he will be really powerful.
"I'm going back to my room too."
Li Muchan's room is opposite, separated by a corridor.
His room also had a window that could see the backyard of the inn. The money gang members were already sitting in the courtyard, tying up their horses, taking out the wine they had brought with them and the hares they had hunted when they came, and put them on the spot. Peel the skin, bleed it, and bake it.
Although this inn is neither luxurious nor elegant, it is large enough to accommodate about two hundred people.
Before Li Muchan moved in, he had already taken over the whole place.
The battle was imminent, and a powerful enemy was at hand. Li Muchan took a deep breath, pulled out his sword, held a white handkerchief, and carefully wiped the blade and blade.
The setting sun outside the window was like blood, and the autumn scenery was lonely. A few shrill and high-pitched cicadas could be faintly heard, and then they suddenly stopped and fell to the ground and died.
The sound of cicadas stopped, but Li Muchan continued to wipe his sword.
Time passed little by little, and people and horses kept coming, and as the last ray of light fell, the long night had arrived.
I do not know how long it has been.
Snapped! Snapped!
Suddenly, there were a few crisp sounds, and the wind lantern used to guide the way to pick up guests outside the inn was knocked out, and the surrounding area suddenly fell into darkness.
The chilling autumn wind also squeezed into the inn, and all the lights were extinguished.
Sudden.
A dark shadow flashed into Li Muchan's room.
The man's pace was not slow. He only took two steps from the door to the bedside. Then he pulled out a sharp sharp knife in his hand, which was so bright that it gave off a cold glow in the dark. He stabbed the bulging quilt with the knife.
The lights are on again.
Li Muchan walked out from behind the door with some confusion and looked at the person who wanted to kill him.
It was a woman in purple with cloud-like hair, and several shocking, criss-crossing scars on her left cheek. Her brows and eyes were ruthless, and she had a scimitar in her hand.
Shangguan Xianer.
This man indeed looked very much like Shangguan Xiaoxian. If there were differences in his facial features, his figure was 80% to 90% similar, with the same slender waist, the same narrow shoulders, and the same familiar charm.
Li Muchan did not take action, but asked curiously: "Strange, you actually want to kill me? Haha, I am your brother-in-law!"
Shangguan Xian'er's delicate body trembled, and her spirit trembled. When she saw Li Muchan behind her, she was already holding the short knife tightly and retreating in panic, slumped on the bed, but her tone did not flinch: "You are the one I want to kill."
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows: "Oh, why?"
Shangguan Xian'er didn't speak, her graceful and exquisite body was trembling slightly, but her delicate and delicate eyes were shining with a brilliance called hatred, and there were tears.
Li Muchan asked tentatively: "Because of Shangguan Xiaoxian?"
Shangguan Xian'er said bitterly: "Yes, it's her."
Li Muchan said with a faint smile, "She is your sister."
But Shangguan Xian'er spat in disgust: "Bah, who wants to be her sister? She is just a bastard left outside by my father. What qualifications do she have to inherit everything from the Money Gang? Not only did she take away She took what was supposed to be mine and ruined my face. Now that you are married to her, I will kill you."
"You are thinking too complicated," Li Muchan narrowed his eyes and smiled, beckoning, "I think we can work together to deal with her, and I can also snatch everything from her for you... Be good, come here, come to my brother-in-law's side .”
Shangguan Xianer's eyes seemed to be struggling, but he quickly smiled sarcastically: "Don't even think about lying to me."
Li Muchan's face had become expressionless. He suddenly raised his foot, but instead of walking towards Shangguan Xian'er, he swept across the air and shot to the window like an arrow. He turned his wrist, A narrow wisp of green light had pierced the window paper like a snake coiling with sword light.
The green willow was pumped out and out, and a ball of bright red blood suddenly spattered on the yellow window paper, and there was a painful grunt of swallowing blood, and a "gurgling" sound of the mouthpiece being blocked.
The moment he drew his sword, Li Muchan drew his sword horizontally, and several fast swords broke through the window almost at the same time.
The blade of the sword was bright and cold, and the tip of the sword was dangerous and dangerous, brushing against Li Muchan's black robe.
In a moment, footsteps were rushing towards me from the corridor outside the door, and Ding Linglin's loud voice rushed to the front: "He must have snatched the person away."
Shangguan Xian'er rolled his eyes and suddenly hid the knife in his hand. The hatred in his eyes disappeared, and his eyes were filled with tears. He looked like a trembling elk.
She retreated to the corner and sobbed in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, the peacock feathers are hidden..."
Li Muchan frowned, blocked the sword outside the window, and at the same time rolled up his sleeves and extinguished the lights.
"Peacock Feathers!"
As the inn fell into darkness again, a series of sounds of swords clashing were heard in an instant.
There was another rapid and sharp whistle, and for a while there were screams outside the inn, just because there were a lot of rustling movements in the forest, and countless poisonous insects came after hearing the sound.
"ah!"
There was another scream.
(End of chapter)
